A blog of the Freer Family's adventures and misadventures emigrating to Flinders Island, Tasmania, Australia, and settling there.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

bang bang

Today I did the gun safety course, and the practical. It appears my Old Man was wrong and I can hit a barn door from inside, because I passed. And then we had about 30 people at Scottish dancing - very bouncy after too much sticky date pudding.

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The why of this blog

Flinders is a wild and beautiful place. This is quite a terrifying, exciting adventure for us. As a kid my daydream was to live on an island - rather like Swallows and Amazons. I suspect reality will be a little different! It's going to mean learning a lot, probably the hard way, in a new country in a small isolated community, with a long ferry ride or an expensive small plane trip to get to the sort of things most people consider as merely available. We're going to have to learn to be pretty much self-sufficient, to grow or hunt or harvest our own food, as anything that has to get transported in will be pricy. And there is no nipping out the shops.

We'll have to learn to fit in. Learn how to cook wallaby, and probably all manner of other things. Learn how to deal with the weather and the wildlife. Doubtless there'll be a lot of disasters. It should make for entertaining reading (maybe more than doing).